"Ugh.." Harry groaned. "What happened?" Draco asked "I-... I really want you to fuck me..." Harry said, looking fraught into Draco's eyes. After a few seconds Draco answered as his head started to get filled with fanaticises, heart with desire and eyes with lust, "I know... believe me when I say this pottah, I want me to fuck you too." Draco and Harry have found themselves in this current predicament After a potion-gone-wrong-insident, where Draco and Harry have a arrangement. Never expect more than sex for this month and don't expect a future. Harry is a sex toy, a salvation, a thing Draco is using because he can't seem to forget what he had. Or so he thinks. After many situations, it's at the breaking point when Harry understands why Draco didn't like the idea of love. It's was because Promises get broken Hearts get infiltrated Love gets ugly And above all, it hurts. Love hurts x Caution x This story comes off kinda toxic so it may seem to you that it isn't for you, but please trust me, the story ain't what if seems, read it will the 9th chapter. It may seem too intence for you, but it will change. Trust me. And please read it. Trigger warnings! Eating disorder Sexual scenes Lgbtq reference Self hate Fuck buddy

❝ A dream lead me to you ❞ A ᴅʀᴀʀʀʏ sᴛᴏʀʏ ⚠︎︎ 𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 ⚠︎︎ • there will be sensitive subjects mentioned such as; abuse, depression, rape, panic attacks. • a bit of a sad story but I will never write a sad ending (unless I plan to write a sequel). ➪ 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐸𝑆 • credit to the artist (the cover - I think it's Alex.der on Instagram) • Fred is alive • highest rank - #3 in drarry (TYSM!! <33) 𝗜 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆.